Soren was on a mission to see what was going on at the Shrieking Shack. There had been rumors of odd noises and things and he wanted to see if he would be the one to find out what was up.

Arriving at the shack he could see why some said it was haunted. It looked just as creepy as some of the other people had said. Circling the place he saw only one entrance but it was boarded up. He started to walk up to it when he heard a noise.

Looking around he saw someone standing in the distance but couldn't see who it was clearly enough. "Hello" Who is there?" he asked curiously.

The ministry was on a wild goose chase for someone they didn't even correctly know. Idiots. Though they were very close of getting to Philip, he simply sent them the wrong way. Such foolish people. Aurors were complete dumbasses when it came to tracking down people they didn't know.

But alas, Philip needed a place to stay. He had nowhere to turn to. Victor was gone, and so was his place. But well, Hogsmeade was a good try. Though he didn't come by by the original entrance. He swung by a fence, and could already see the shrieking Shack. "I better rest there..." He wondered.

As he heard someone call out, a wide smirk came across his pale face. He coughed a bit, as he came closer. "Yes...please. I need help." Philip said, walking more slowly, hiding his smirk.

Soren heard someone say that they needed help as they came closer. It was really white out and the other looked like he was in trouble. He saw no apparant blood but the guy looked like he had been through something. Rushing over to the man he looked him over again. "Oh my god! Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt or anything?" he said his caring side coming out. He was always helping people and this man looked like he needed it.

Philip dropped on his knees in the snow, crawling. "Argh." he said, holding his chest. He let his body fall on the snow, still trying to hide his smirk. Now, the man only needed to take him somewhere. Somewhere the aurors wouldn't find him. "H..." Philip said in a muffled tone, with his face buried in the snow.

Soren watched the man fall into the snow in front of him and felt slightly helpless. He wanted to help the man and so he bent down in front of them. Putting his hands on the mans shoulders he looked around. No one around and not likely for anyone to come around either. It was the middle of winterand snow was all around. "Hey are you sure you don't need help? What is wrong? What can I do?" he asked biting his lip with concern.

This kid had some trouble, helping someone he didn't know. Philip swatted a bit of snow, as Soren touched his shoulder. "Somewhere...safe!" Philip said, letting his head rest back in the slow. It hurt as a bitch, as all that coldness hit his cheek. He wasn't gonna say anything else, although he had a nice plan. From his mouth, he bit a tad of his tongue, and began to bleed. He let the blood pour out onto the snow. Maybe this would make the man take him out of there faster.

Soren really got worried when the man started to bleed from his mouth. Maybe he had internal bleeding or something. He was afraid to move the man but figured he had no choice. He knew that none of his brothers were home at the moment. Declan had taken them out for the day. He figured that might be the best place until he found out if the man was serious enough to take to St Mungos.

He looked around one more time in hopes that someone else was there but it was just white. Holding on to the man he watched the blood flow and the red spot grow on the ground. "Hold on for a few I am going to apparate to my house. It might hurt a bit since you might be injured but it is better then being out here in the snow." he said and then holding on to the man they vanished and reappeared in his house.

The man bough it. He had successfully convinced the man to help him. Fool. In a way, Philip was glad that happened. Now the aurors would only catch a trace of Soren's apparation trail. Not enough to tell them where Philip was. Spectacular. As Soren was still holding him, Philip grunted. The best thing right now was probably to be set down, but he couldn't just out right say it. He figured Soren would know so. If he had a spare bed, it'd be even better.

Once they were back in his house he almost moved the man to the couch but figured he'd need somewhere better to lay and so took him to his own bedroom. Laying the man on the bed he pulled a chair up and looked him over. His clothes were all dirty and so he gently took them off but left the mans boxers on. There was no need to rob him of any dignity. The man lay there quietly and Soren glanced at the bathroom and then back. "Is there anything I can do for you? Do you need to go to the hospital or anything? I can get you there in a jiffy if you need it. Do you need anything to drink or anything? Anything at all just ask okay?" he said everything coming out in a jumble. He wanted to help the man and hoped he could do anything he needed.

Philip nodded at the man's questions. Each of them. Then, he put his finger on his tongue. "If you have some ice, it'd be useful to put on my small wound." He answered, still not moving. "And if it's not too much, a bath would be much pleasing." Philip winked at Soren, and tilted his head away. His charm had yet to get into motion, but those were just normal things an injured person would ask for. And Philip's back was quite a mess. Especially because of Moody and Jericho. Damn those two.

Soren nodded and got up and headed to the kitchen. He put some ice in a bag and brought it back the the man. He held it out to the man but he didn't grab for it so he got down and helped the man hold it to his tongue. He didn't know what had happened but the man seemed to have been through hell. He was not the nosy type though and wouldn't ask what had happened. At least not until the man was in good shape.

"Hey there I am going to get you a bath ready be back in a few minutes okay?" he said and left to the adjoining bathroom. He filled the tub with water and laid out a towel and then went back. "Okay I am gonna pick you up and carry you to the bathroom. Let me know if I hurt you in anyways okay?" he said and headed for the bathroom. Once there he laid the man gently down into the water. "Let me know if you need anything and when you are done let me know okay?" he said then left; closing the door behind him.

Philip didn't move much once Soren brought the ice. He was thankful, and nodded, but maintained the illusion of being injured. The bleeding stopped, as Soren carried him to the bathroom. "Thanks. I'll call if I need to help." He said, as he got in the tub. As the door closed, Philip laid back in the water. Aurors surely wouldn't come looking for him there. Philip then switched his thoughts. He wasn't sure about that little feeling. Was it love? Or just real loyalty? Because loving Amelia Grindelwald would surely be a hard job. But no. For now, it wasn't more than a little attraction. For now, he was safe of being too manipulated by that beautiful creature.

As he stepped out of the bath, he grabbed the towel, taking his underwear off. He passed the towel by his body. "Humm, I'm done," - he said, not bothering to even cover himself with his towel.

Soren sat in the bedroom in a chair waiting for the man to finish. Sitting there thoughts ran through his mind. Who was he? Where was he from and what had happened. He could have sworn the man had winked at him but why? The man would have no clue he was gay and sure they man was cute it didn't matter. He was just here to solely help the man in his time of need and things might or might not be answered later.

He heard the man sloshing around in the tub and could hear small noises that sounded like pleasure. The man was probably enjoying the bath but then again who wouldn't? He heard the water slosh again and heard it draining. He was a werewolf and so could pick up sounds better then most people. Of course the man didn't know he was one but he didn't either. That was a need to know basis and the man didn't need to know.

Getting up he walked over to the door and heard the man say he was done. He opened the door and was immediatly shocked and glued to the spot he was in. The man was naked. He must have taken his boxers off when he was done and now all he had in his hands was a towel. He was flabbergasted and had no idea what to say. He had clothes in his hands and they dropped to the floor. He bent down to get them which was a small reprieve. He had to get back up and look at the male again and all he could get out was a few words. "H-here a-are y-your c-clothes." he said stuttering and sounding like an idiot all in one turn. He cursed himself as he held the clothes at the man. He couldn't help but stare at him but he was kicking himself for doing it.

Philip had a smirk of victory in his face. Simply by using his body, the obviously younger man was forced to stutter. Philip proceeded to pick up the clothes. Fresh underwear. Pants. A shirt. Shoes. All enough to get him back to normal. Philip put on the underwear, letting everything run free before the underwear covered him. He put on the pants afterwards, and slipped into the shoes. The ring on his hand still had a bright light. A powerful combination, although Philip did not put his shirt on.

"Well, I'd like to eat if you can put something up mister..." Philip continued. "I'm sorry, I believe I don't know your name. I'm Philip." He stated, extending his arm for Soren to shake. The shirt was on his other hand, as Philip cracked a grin.

Soren watched the man dress and felt himself growing hot around the ears. He had no idea why he couldn't look away. Okay he knew why he didn't. The man was hot dammit. He gulped as the man finished dressing. Well almost. For some reason he didn't put a shirt on making Soren stare at his handsome chest. The man was fit.

The man stuck his hand out for him to shake and Soren had to think a second after hearing the mans named. Philip. The mans name was Philip. Good to know. But the man still had him all confused inside. "My name is Emerson. I mean Soren. Soren Emerson." he said and cringed at how stupid he must sound. He couldn't even remember his name in front of the man. "W-what would you like? Have a craving for anything specific?"

Philip smirked, and then chuckled. He didn't care if the man thought he was mocking him. Because he actually was not. He simply found amusing the way homosexuals fell for him. Because yes, straight man didn't fall for male Veelas that easily. And this one, he was on the hook. If Philip told him to do something, he'd surely do it. Ah, the joys of manipulation. It left Philip so excited.

Philip grinned, as Soren continued to not be able to completely focus. "Pleasure to be acquainted mister Soren Emerson." he stated. Emerson. He'd be reminded of that last name. If the man helped him, he'd be rewarded with avoiding death. Unless he was a mudblood. Then, Philip would kill him right there. "Any sort of tasty meat will be welcomed to my body."

Soren smiled. The man seemed nice enough still and he couldn't help chuckling to himself. He waved for the man to follow him into the living-room. "You can lay on the bed or sit in here its up to you." he said then left the room. He entered the kitchen and tried to figure out something to fix the man. He was hungry himself and so he fixed some steaks, baked potatoes, and a salad. He would fix dinner for the others when they got home later.

Setting the table he yelled into the livingroom. "Hey Philip! You can come eat now" he said as he stood waiting. He had no idea why but he was liking the guy more and more and he barely knew anything about the man. Maybe this dinner would help clear up some of his questions he had.

Philip nodded, as he followed Soren into the living room, extending his arms to the side, and yawning a bit. "Thanks Soren. I shall wait until the time to eat arrives." he said, sitting on the bed. He was actually hungry, so it'd be nice to eat something after being on the run for a while. As Soren called, Philip got up, yawning again, and made his way to the kitchen. He pulled a chair and sat down. "Smells good. Are you gonna join me in eating such delicious plate Soren?" He asked, before stating to eat.

Soren stood there as Philip came in and sat down and asked if was going to eat as well. "Yeah I am I just think it polite for people to wait until the guest is seated first." he said taking his seat. He stared to eat and watched Philip for a few moments before talking. "So what happened to you today? I mean I don't want to be nosy or anything I just feel that since I took you in to help you out that I should know something a bit about you."

Philip began to eat, putting up a smile. He made the steak vanish quickly, as his hunger was actually bigger than ever. At the sound of his questioned, he swallowed some meat. "Got into trouble with the wrong people Soren. Never do that. Dark wizards these days are growing in number. We must prepare," he said, with a terrifically big smirk. Of course buying this was easy. It was starting to be all over the news. But no one had to know Philip wasn't exactly an angel himself.

Soren had polished of half his food but not before Philip was done with his steak and starting on what was left of the rest of his food. He watched the other man and waited for an answer to his question and was a bit surprised. He knew things were escalating but this man was attacked in broad daylight for god-sakes. "Yeah I know things are getting bad. The Order is everywhere trying to figure out what is going on but it is hard when no one will talk. I had problems with someone I captured the other day. Preparations are being made and we are trying to implement them." he said worried. "At least I was able to get you in time before they finished you off which I am sure they would have." he said as he looked at his plate and took a bite of a baked potato.

Philip grinned, slicing a potato in half with the knife. "The order?" He asked intrigued. He had no idea what this order was about. Maybe his brother would know something about it, but being away from the UK for so long didn't help. "What's the order Soren? Some kind of Death Eater fighting organization?" he asked, slowly putting the potato in his mouth, and destroying it with small bites. The name death eater was already out on the streets, so Soren would surely understand.

Soren swallowed his food and then took a drink from his glass. He glanced at Philip and nodded. Putting his glass back down he started talking again. "Yeah it's an organization that is trying to stop the Dark Lord. We capture and interrogate members before sending them to Azakaban."

He took another bite and thought for a moment. "So what do you do for a living? Anything special?" he asked interested.

Philip mirrored Soren's movements, taking a drink as well. At his question, Philip gave it a deep thought. Jericho would get on his ass soon, should Stephan not do what he asked. "I mold young minds. Occlumency. No one has been able to break me just yet." he responded, moving the glass slightly.

"So," Philip asked, eating the remainder of the potatoes. "What does the order know about the dark lord? People say he's around. But is it really true?" Philip asked, hiding his small smirk. He rubbed his chest slowly, awaiting Soren's answer.

Soren was done eating and pushed his plate back. Philip was just about done and Soren poured himself a bit more wine to drink while he waited. Taking a sip he sat the glass back down and stared at the red liquid. "So you teach at Wolfclaw then. That is interesting. I am guessing the Triwizard tournament brought you here." he said and sighed.

"We don't know a lot about the Dark Lord or what he is up to. We only know he is out there and needs to be stopped before anyone else gets killed. Well at least before a lot of people get killed anyways. I am sure he is killing someone even as we speak. We just capture and interrogate people hoping to get some information out of someone that is good." he said scratching his head.